Light House
The cold feeling of pain lingers in the air.
She walked with her head down, but now she is in the clouds.
For him.
The fire that burned inside got ruined by the rain from her eyes.
Dripping and smothering the passion.
Ever since her spirit followed the Devil, he has felt useless.
He couldn't help her escape what she thought was her faith.
He walks around with his head in the clouds.
Hoping one day she will come around.
The Light House is where they met
Where they shared their love.
The way they used to dance and sign as if nothing was wrong.
Then, at the Light House....
She landed.
She had gone, then came back, then gone again in the hospital bed.
He kissed her conscious less body.
He went to the Light House.
The Blue light shined throughout the town's open seas.
For the light is the love not most people were able to see.
Copyright © Cierra Turks | Year Posted 2012
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